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May 9
I know that they make up new words for old things to make us think that old things are new things and things are not getting better but worse,
do you sleep at night wondering if one day they might change the night and make up a new name for it and if they do would it be the same for you?
so many worries and worries about worries
it's no wonder I worry.

I will take some time
open a bottle of wine
and then take some more time
to take time to drink it
and by that time I'll be drunk enough
to not worry about worry and stuff
and nonsense.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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